MAD END'S DECEPTION
“You'll die before you ever learn about it, barbarian!”
“Elite rank, I see,” Gildeon mocked, resting the sword on his shoulder. “Your kind always talk the same way.”
No response.
‘Ghulik, what’s inside?’ Gildeon mentally asked the goblin lurking behind him. The creature rushed into the room and jumped on top of the silverwood crate.
“Master, the chest has a strong protective sigil. Ghulik can’t smell through it.”
‘Search the room for anything else suspicious.’
The goblin scurried off, hopping onto crates and barrels. Almost immediately, he reported, “Master, Ghulik found another chest with the same sigil over here. Ghulik can’t smell what’s inside either.”
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